Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com (mailto:jarrod749@aol.com) . I would love to hear if you like my story. Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn? Chapter 19
Fum las' time
Rusty couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Travis didn't have a stitch on under the drapes that hung over his shoulders.
Rusty pointed and laughed at the sight.
Rusty's boxers were around his ankles and his tee shirt was up under his pits since he had been busy servicing his cock before Trav's text. He had just lain there waiting for Travis after that and his mind had gone blank.
Travis made sure to shower after he re-pinned his neighbor bitch 'cause he didn't want any smells of her reminding Rusty of his first fuck....and asking Travis for a rerun.
Trav was working on getting Rusty and him set up with some nuther cunt anyways so he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. One thing was sure though...he wasn't giving Rusty access to any of his pussy unless he got some himself. He actually felt it was easier if he brought his buddy fucktool along and they played off each other before they got in the bitch's pants. Shit! It worked perfect the first time....and now Travis was so much more experienced'. LOL !
Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn! Chapter 19
Back at Jeremy's
Jeremy had himself a cunt romp of his own that night,
He chilled for a while after dinner and then lying on his bed in the buff massaging his meat, he texted a few sluts from school and got a live one to invite his ass over.
She was babysitting and could use the company. Jeremy was on the case.
She was a fave of his at school and they hadn't been together alone but sorta ran in the same crowd.
They sat together on the couch with the TV on before he asked for a soda. When she came back, he had moved over to the easy chair and beckoned her to him. He took the drink from her hand and pulled her down on his lap where she lie sort of slant ways, her left and his right thigh crunched against each other.
He held the soda can to her mouth and turned it up...."JERRY!" she screamed, slapping at him as he dribbled it down her face onto her chest and crotch.
He laughed and started 'drying' her with his tee shirt that he conveniently
pulled off.
Her shoulder touched at his bare skins as he rubbed the wet spot between her legs. He was smiling inside thinking the wet he was wiping might not be all soda.
He rubbed and rubbed until she was all over him.....it was a great time.
He had just pulled on his pants, stuffing the end of his still sopped tee into a pocket, and footed into his sneaks as he left, with Cheryl splayed out glowing, and butt naked on the easy chair where he left her.
His last image of her as he looked back from the closing door was her dreamy eyes blankly staring at him as she fingered her mound.
He got a fun surprise when he got home to find somebody....Scott! sitting on the curb a little past his house.
"Whut the fuck!??" he blurted when he got within range of his faggot 'pupil'.
"I - I - I ----ummm-mm...uh...I jus' need'a see yu....pleeeze?" the kid stumbled and stammered over his lips and tongue.
Jeremy, in spite of being fresh from a hot conquest, was rubbing himself unconsciously....
Seems his cock knew it was gonna get serviced before his brain plugged into the situation.
Jer sat next to Scott and they listened to each'n' other breathe for a few secs. Scott looked pleadingly at Jeremy, silently.
"Show me," Jer finally said.
"Whuh---whutta yuh mean, Jer?" Scotty asked.
"Yur here....yuh want something....show me what," was the response.
Scotty fumbled around in the awkward knees up position sitting there at the
curb, and got around in front of Jeremy in a kind of squat before him in the street.
He stared hard into Jeremy's return stare.
He reached a hand to Jeremy, 'Smack!!" which Jer smacked away.
Scotty and his hand recoiled nearly falling backward in front of Jeremy who continued to dead stare him down.
Scotty might have had tears welling in his eyes. Jeremy was oblivious to it on the surface.
"Strip!" Jeremy grunted at Scott.
Scotty was caught off guard, and even madded up a bit, without moving....except for his right arm clutching his left side across his chest.
"Git nekked!" Jerry demanded again, punctuating it with a slap across Scotty's cheek.
Jer could hear a few sniffles from under Scotty's nose, as he squirmed a bit then sat to the ground to take a sneaker off.
"No! Stand out in the middle of the street and take each clothes off and throw them here to the curb till yer balls ass naked, dipshit!" Jeremy growled at the shaken young dude, kicking at him. The kid must have been dreading that first email seeking help with girls that he sent to Jeremy back those weeks ago, that seemed now like years.
The fucking doof staggered up and out to the middle of the neighborhood street and after pulling off his tee shirt, he reached for his buckle.
The clinking of the metal and then the zipper could be heard after he popped the button. Fwoooosh! sounded as the jeans were pushed down Scott's legs by hands that seemed to be on remote control.
After kicking off his sneakers and throwing them to the curb, he stepped on
each leg-end of his jeans and stepped out. He started to kick them to the curb, but shivered up his back in fear that he might hit Jer with them so he bent and picked them up, underhanding them to the curb.
Each sock was soon to join the other pieces at the the curb, before he gingerly reached inside his boxers waistband to push his underwears down.
The jumble of clothes at the curb made Jer smile.....a smile he kept as he looked up to Scotty's bareskinned naked form emblazoned in the street light in the center of the road. The night light on bare skin is special, with that unique glint of moist pinkness.
"Get hard, buttwipe!" came the next order......"without touching yaself!"
Scotty stood blankly at first and then you could see his butt globes flexing and humping ever so slightly as he worked his prick muscle to it's full manhood. Yesssss! Flexing, bobbing manhood.....the shame of a shy boy!
"Git down on your back and get yer toe in yur mouth," Jeremy casually directed as he stood up from the curb and pulled up his cell cam.
Scotty made like a circus contortionist before finally getting one of his big toes into his mouth. Jer kept after him to get the rest of his toes in, with it.
Snickering to himself, as he continued to take pics of the naked kid in the
street, Jeremy was fumbling with his pants.
Finally, he let Scotty come back to the curb, but in a duck walk while rubbing his dick.
He had Scotty squat right next to where Jeremy had kicked his clothes into a ball by the curb.
Pulling his dick out, he flopped it out front of him a few times and told Scott to open wide.
Sure enough Jeremy started to piss right there on Scott....hitting him first in his crotch and then moving the stream right up his belly, chest, chin and then into his mouth. The splashing into the kid's filling mouth was to behold. It sounded almost like a toilet bowl.
"Drink!"
Scotty swallowed. The shock off it all made him choke, but he hardly closed
his lips at all out of pure fear of doing wrong.
He stared in silence as the dregs of Jeremy's ebbing piss stream soaked into his clothes there in the street. Jeremy smiled when the last spurts sprayed up out of Scotty's sneaks.
"Whutchu lookin' at, asswipe??!" Jeremy growled. "You look up here at me....alla times....never down....GOT IT??!"
Scott nodded almost without moving his head so as not to appear to be looking down any times. He had the look of a devoted puppy.
Jeremy hawked up a gob of spit....swirled it around his mouth, dredging up more and more saliva before he spewed the whole mess right into Scott's mouth and face.
From the kid's squat....Jeremy made him piss his own clothes. Scott dared to look down at his clothes and soulfully, finished to drench them.
Scott was ordered to duckwalk to the back of the house with the fingertips of both hands digged into his ass crack so as to pull the cheeks as wide open as he could.
The 'walk' was painful.
In the midst of this torment, he actually remembered his clothes out there in the street, and started to look back, but caught himself.
Jeremy walked Scott all the way to the back of the yard and against an enclosing chainlink fence. He took a brief detour into the garage while Scotty kept on.
Out of the blue, Jeremy's fists were balled and flying seemingly from every
direction.
He pounded Scott's left arm so hard that the pain almost buckled the kid and while he staggered he got another shot to the right arm right into the middle of the upper arm.
Scotty was trembling and tears were pouring down his face as he was whipped
around and one-two punched in each hamstring as hard as Jeremy could.
Scotty was floundering and sinking to the ground when he took a pair of tremendous open hand smashes to the face..... right cheek first, and then the left.
He flopped to ground on his back and Jeremy bust out laughing.
The young dude faggot was shooting load on himself!. Spurts of boy fuck were belching from his swolled up boy dick, roping up his chest, then filling his belly button and then dribbling into his pubes
"Dayammmmm!" Jeremy whistled amazed. "You fuckin' love it don'tcha queerass??"
Jer had him hand-scoop the spent jizz off himself and lick it before making him roll over on his belly and wipe his sticky self into the grass before starting him on an ass-up walk to the house pasting a piece of duct tape to his mouth.. Scott had to 'walk' on fingers and toes.
Mercilessly, Jeremy kicked Scott in the hamstrings and the kid just flatttened to the grass. He lay there for a few moments but then felt a pressing into his balls as Jer was stepping into his sack. Scott lurched up and continued the finger-toes walk getting kicked twice more in each hammy....flopping and being stepped on each time.
Jer ushered his wounded prey into the basement of the house. While this wasn't a finished area, Jeremy's dad had a couch, TV and small fridge to be by himself when he wanted.
Jeremy never asked Scott how he got there that night. He must have assumed the kid had the car, but he didn't. He'd walked and hitched the five miles from his town, his dick dripping gooey dreams of his 'master'.
Jer pulled the doof's face by the chin up and ripped the tape off before yanking his head into his shorts and made like he was buffing his fly with Scott's face. "Tongue it queenie!" Jeremy gruffed at him. Feverishly, Scott went about licking up and down Jer's fly till it was damp.
Then he propped Scott's chin atop the edge of the sofa cushion....his neck and chest bowed into edge of it. Scotty felt it scrape at his adam's apple.
Jeremy dropped his spit-moistened pants, kicked off his sneaks and sat his boxered ass right into Scott's face and leaned way back, lifting his legs and setting his socky feets on Scott's shoulders. "Lick the ass outta my shorts, punk," he demanded.
Scotty licked the linen material.
"Harder! Faster!" Jeremy barked. The kid was like a dog lapping water from a bowl as he tongue-wiped his master's boxered butt.
The boxers were soon soaked, soppy and sticking into Jeremy's crack. "Dig in witcher tongue, faggot! Gimme 'hungry shorts' with yer taster!"
Scott re-energized his efforts and drove cloth and tongue into Jer's tail slot.
Jerry wiggled his cheeks and then pulled his shorts up and off while pulling Scott's face right into his crack, tongue, nose, and all.
Scott gasped and tried to pull clear to breathe. Hard as it was it wasn't near as bad as trying to duck walk earlier with his mouth taped. Finally Jer released him just enough to grab a breath then yanked that cherubic, sweated and flushed teenboy face back into his butt.
Up and down, and all around Jeremy wormed his ass. Ass and taint were making tracks all over Scott's spitty, sweaty, shiny face.
Jeremy's dick was hard and bobbing against his belly and dripping now. The pre-fuck spoo was burbling out of his pisshole and oozing like a glue down the flat of his groin below is navel. Scott gasped. Jeremy's short breaths were getting erratic.
"G-a-w-w-w-d-d! Do I need fuckin' gettin' off sumthin' fierce!" Jeremy moaned to the whole wide basement. He caught himself, remembering his folks were just upstairs and then listened for anyone moving around.
Relieved, he continued to run his bunger slot up and down Scotty's face at an ever more maddening pace!
He was in a whole 'nuther place....and his tiny squeals gave his pleasure away.
He grabbed wildly for his cock and beat it into Scott's forehead while yanking on it till his toes curled under and his entire muscles were in knots. He intermittently squeezed at his engorged boyman cock to quell the ever so pleasing agony of approaching 'gasm.
He wanted to wait....to hold out....to remember this extreme pleasure for all time as he had done so many times since that first ever time!
'Oh god how good it was to be this close!' his mind screamed. So happy! The
thrill of it! The fucking, absolute need! He had to... had to...oh god he wanted to ....to blow so bad! To feel the surging tingle of cock-crazed glory shooting through and firing out of every nerve ending of his teen boyness! His went totally chicken skinnned and shivered as he groped for Scott's head and pulled the kid's tonguing mouth over that handsome, long, hard stalk of teen joy and shot and shot and s-h-o-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t!
His whole body buckled and bucked like a fucking bronco as his balls erupted and blowed boy spoo out of that spasming cock tube through Scotty's lips and over his tongue while Jer ripped Scott's head back and forth over it like it was his jacking hand!
"Cccchuhh! Chuchhh! Cwuhfffk!" Scotty gagged as the gurgling, bubbling fuck
jelly smooooked out the corners of his mouth as he tried to eat, suck, lick and swallow and breathe, in no special order of priority.
The convulsing master teen was still bucking into his face with the after cum thrills that bring boys back to their cocks again and again through all their born days!
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